The scream froze Jimmy's blood. Winnie was always so polite and quiet. He never imagined that she could scream so loudly. Or that she could scream for so long. Most importantly, he never imagined that she would find him hiding in her wardrobe.
Not that he gave it that much thought. It was never a great plan to begin with. Just hide in her wardrobe and watch her undress. Unfortunately once the idea entered Jimmy's head he could not leave it alone.
He had to hide in her wardrobe. He had to see her naked. At least a glimpse of Winnie getting dressed in the morning. He already watched her get up early every morning and waddle to the bathroom through a narrow crack in his slightly opened bedroom door. Then he watched her waddle back after her usual bathroom routine. But then the door closed and that was the end of his voyeuristic adventure. There was no key hole to spy through, the solid oak door closing the view of Winnie's possibly naked body inside. So when he saw the giant wardrobe in her bedroom he knew that it was the best way to achieve his aim.
Jimmy grew up very alone. His father was a good man, but he was also very strict. It was the only way he knew, how to bring up children. They were Puritans and that meant there was very little pleasure to be enjoyed at their household. Jimmy's mother was sickly all of Jimmy's life and she would often spend long times away in sanatoriums and hospitals and hospices and other places of healing. That was the main reason that Jimmy's father relied on help. Live-in help.
There was an elderly woman called Heddy living with them for most of Jimmy's life. She was recommended through the church as a good, God fearing woman and she tried to instil the same thinking in Jimmy. When she passed away, a little over six months ago, his mother returned home from one of her sanatoria stints and tried to run the household, but in just a few months she was sick again and had to return to her sanatorium to recuperate.
Jimmy's Father looked for new people, but the church group matured, and there were no convenient live-in servants to find. He advertised in the paper and after a short interview he decided to hire Winnie. She was nothing like Heddy. Although very religious, she was more evangelical than puritan. She was also black. In her early thirties, she was much younger than Heddy and had a much different outlook on life. Still, she came highly recommended through a legal friend, and that was enough for Jimmy's Father. When he first met her, he was not sure if she was the same person that was recommended, but then he never was a very good judge of people. Still, he trusted his legal friend's recommendation enough to hire her. Looking past her strange clothes, her strange walk and her not so pretty face, he could see that she attended church, was a hard worker and could do her chores without constant supervision. Exactly what he needed.
When Winnie was born, she had a problem with her pelvis and her legs, that her mother could not afford to get fixed and so she would waddle like a duck from side to side when she walked. Even more so, because one of her legs was slightly shorter than the other.
After puberty her hips and breasts swelled up and drooped, her eyes bulged out and her skin broke out in pimples that left scars on her face. She was not pretty by anyone's definition and she knew it. Growing up, her mother prepared her for her lot in life, by telling her that she was not really the marrying material and that she would be better-off looking for a job as a housemaid or a cleaner rather than finding a husband or a more ambitious career.
Winnie was ever-so-grateful to her mother for those words, because instead of looking for fulfilment by marrying the first man that came along, she started working as a cleaner and was very happy with her lot. After more than ten years of cleaning offices at night, she managed to find a job as a housemaid which meant daytime hours and a much cleaner work place. This was her third placement as a maid and for the first time, it was a live-in housemaid with a real live family.
Her previous job was a lonely one. She was looking after a huge mansion that was managed by a bitchy private secretary on behalf of a multi-millionaire that was slowly dying in a hospital. After five years of cleaning the multistorey mansion that was already clean, but had to be re-cleaned to satisfy the bitchy manager, the millionaire finally died, the house was sold and she, the gardener and the cook were all let go. Working for a family and living with them was a good change for the loneliness of the work at the empty mansion.
She liked her new family. She liked Jimmy's Father when she first met him. He scared her a little with his stern demeanour, but she could tell he was a good man. She was not sure about Jimmy. She liked him when she first met him, but he was always a little withdrawn and she found it hard to engage him in a conversation. She was always a good judge of people and was confident that one day she will find what makes him tick. She will learn how to communicate with him. She knew that these things could not be rushed with some people.
It was different for Jimmy. When he first saw Winnie, he was mesmerised by her. It was hard to tell what made Jimmy that way. Heddy tried to put the fear of God into Jimmy, but Jimmy was made of a different cloth than his Father. Or Heddy. He was a loner and a thinker and he had rich imagination that kept him company through the lonely growing up in the quiet household. School was ok for him and he managed to go through it with no close friends and no social life.
Studying in his second year at the local college at the age of nineteen, he still respected his Father's wishes and would return home straight after classes. He did not drink alcohol, so there was no point to be tempted by going out with his classmates anyway. There were many pretty girls around him at the college but he was unable to ask any of them out. The fear of saying some corny line or getting rejected or humiliated was worse for him then the pain of loneliness. Especially because he would re-live the humiliation in his mind thousands times over and over afterwards. Then there was the fear that the incident would be reported back to his Father and the one main aim in his life was for his Father to be proud of him. Yet the more he tried, the less he felt he achieved it.
So when Winnie appeared at their house, he was besotted. He did not see her physical shortfalls. Her wobbling gait, her misshapen torso, her bulging eyes, her high forehead and her scarred skin. None of those flaws, flaws that prevented Winnie from securing a good husband, seemed to have bothered Jimmy. He did not see her multi-coloured, multilayered dresses as anything other than an opportunity to watch her take some of the layers off when the days warmed, exposing more of her fascinating body to him. In fact her strangeness encouraged him. He felt that she was a lot closer to his "class", than any other girl he ever met. Not social class or racial or any other classification other than beauty. Not that Jimmy was ugly or malformed or crippled in any way. Not physically, but internally, he certainly felt that the girls at the college were well above his "class".
Not that he was considering marriage, dating or even casual sex with Winnie. When Winnie appeared, with her shy and quiet demeanour, her misshapen body and her strange multi-coloured clothes, all he hoped for was to see her naked body. He was waiting for an opportunity to glance her dressed in her night clothes, or leaving the bathroom wrapped in a towel, but her night clothes were always covered by a thick dressing gown that protected any details of her body underneath. So were her trips to the bathroom in the mornings and evenings. So a month of watching Winnie sleep in the room next to his, he was no closer to seeing her naked body then when she first moved in.
All that changed with the sight of the large double door wardrobe in her bedroom this morning and the idea to hide inside it.
The plan worked at the beginning. There was enough room to hide inside. The partially opened door also let him observe the bedroom very clearly. When she walked back into her bedroom and removed her dressing gown he could finally see her night dress. They were equally thick and buttoned up flannel pyjamas. Still Jimmy watched her move about through a narrow crack in the wardrobe doors. Even with the thick pyjamas hiding her body, he did notice the free movement of her large and now unsupported and pendulous breasts, freely swinging and moving under her pyjama top. He was also lucky, because she did not need to go to the wardrobe to prepare her clothes for the day. They were all hanging over the back of a chair and he could just watch her lay them out on her bed. The success of the venture, her freely swinging breasts under her pyjama top and the excitement of the voyeuristic episode he was just experiencing were enough to make Jimmy's cock stiffen up and demand freedom from the containment of his pants.
The need to adjust his pants and to stroke his hard cock was just too much for Jimmy to resist. He attempted to reach into his pants. Unfortunately all movement within the large wardrobe, full of clothes, resulted in rustling and creaking noises. Noises that caused Winnie to stop laying out her clothes for the day and to investigate the source of the noise in the wardrobe. That very quickly led to Jimmy's discovery and Winnie's scream of fright.
After the blood curling scream, Winnie's fright turned to surprise.
